It rained on the Sunday we met
The wet white street lamps coiled with blue fireflies rushed backward
To breathe in the lingering essence of love we left behind us.
We live in the city of joy
But you've turned it into my dome of love.
On quiet afternoons, we walked hand in hand around the houses that wrapped
history in their cold embrace,
And hummed Kishore Kumar together.
I gasped at the hollow smile of the buildings while you kept looking for
Bougainville,
There aren't many left in the city, but you always manage to find some and point
them out to me.
Isn't it the most beautiful shade ever?
No. I meant your cheeks, my solo road to paradise!
On the evenings, buzzed with all the notifications
When your lips tiptoe on mine
Trying to find our common heaven,
I wrap you around me, like the only blanket I'll ever crave is your breath.
Your fingers around mine,
Your toes, playing hide and seek with my feet.
Love, you are the home
Whose doors I'll always keep closed
I'll mute the world to listen to your holy heartbeat,
To hear it drop and rise in sync with mine
As I echo your name within all my veins.
Let the world rage wars in search of soulmates,
While we lay in each other's arms.
